A Time to Talk

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)

Other poetry

I Ain't Been to School
I ain’t been to school,
not never before.
That’s all changin’ now
as I run thr

dominic my reallity
He is good,maybe ugly. But all the same cute His personality describes passion. his way of life

HINDUSTAN KHATRE MEIN HAI

ना मस्जिद खतरे में है, ना मंदिर खतरे म�

You Used Me

You used me.

I thought you were the key,

But the truth is that you used me,

MAA KI SAHANSHILTA

बड़ी ही जतन से पाला है माँ ने

हर एक �

GIRNA ZAROORI THA

गिरना जरूरी है

ठोकर खाना जरूरी है

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

The Stuff I Served My Teacher
The stuff I served my teacher
was pretty, fairly gross!
Like rotten eggs and lumpy milk

A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin

A F-R-I-E-N-D

A FRIEND

F is for the fun we had together

R is for the relaxing time we shared